Never mind how many tacklers there are; the ball's in play until the whistle sounds.

And, one thing more, remember that you're not going to do your best because I tell you to, or because if you don't the coaches will give you a wigging, or because a lot of your fellows are looking on.

You're going to fight your hardest, fight until the last whistle blows, fight long after you can't fight any more, because you're wearing the Purple of old Erskine and can't do anything else but fight!" The cheer that followed was good to hear.

There was not a fellow there that didn't feel, at that moment, more than a match for any two men Robinson could set up against him.

And many a hand clenched involuntarily, and many a player registered his silent vow to fight, as Mills had said, long after he couldn't fight any more, and, if it depended on him, win the game for old Erskine.
On Friday afternoon the men were assembled in the gymnasium and were drilled in signals and put through a hard examination in formations.
Afterward several of the coaches addressed them earnestly, touching each man on the spot that hurt, showing them where they failed and how to remedy their defects, but never goading them to despondency.
"I should be afraid of a team that was perfect the day before the game," said Preston; "afraid that when the real struggle came they'd disappoint me.